Cold picnic

Last night's celebration was so much fun. The best thing about it was that I didn't really plan anything in stone; I let Ken choose what he wanted to do next and where he wanted to travel next, and we just drove. I showed up at his office with six huge red mylar balloons to embarrass him (it didn't; he was excited). After an antipasto picnic at Falls Park, we went to Fresh Market where I asked Ken to pick out six Joseph Schmidt truffles of his choice, his gift from me.

Then we got coffee (of course). Starbucks jipped me on my coffee size at the pickup window, and for that, I received a voucher for any free drink at my next visit (nice marketing technique, guys). Last of all, we walked around the mall. (Unoriginal, you might think, but we were there to people-watch. You ought to go by and see how many men flock to Victoria's Secret in a panic at 8:30pm on Valentine's Day. Heh heh.)

Anyway, fun times, great memories made. And my iPod playlist of "classic" love songs fit perfectly into our evening as we drove from here to there.

Today promises to be a warmer day, and for that I'm super grateful. Gardner and I both have chapped, red cheeks from the 30-degree and below temps plus strong winds these past few days. It will be nice to once again leave the house again without a barage of coats, hats, gloves, and scarves weighing us down.

So now, I will leave you as I sip and enjoy my cup of Fresh Market's coffee blend, Cafe d'L'Orange. Some things are so delicious you just can't put it into words.

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